They moved with painful slowness, while all around them rolled the emptiness, yearning to steal back what had been stolen. Here they were completely his; they called him Beloved Master and Father; they bowed to him and received from his wrist the single swallow of communion wine. Father asked me to replace the gold leaf in the electroscope. However cruel I seem, I feel anything but callous towards you.
To stop loving him was impossible. He sounded so earnest, so purely human, that the knowledge of what he was—the incongruity of the two—slid through her like ice. As she spoke, the surface beneath her turned into cloud and she found herself tumbling through nothingness. Her hair fell forward in a frosted-gold curve, hiding her face.
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